The Guilt

The guilt that I denied that beggar

When a coin was just a meager

I could have helped that blind

Whom for no reason I declined

The guilt of leaving her alone

The guilt of minding my own

When I look back at the sand

Lonely footprints with no helping hand

So much of fortune, but none to share

Instead of ecstasy, why such despair

Now in the world, vast as sea

I find only me.

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A Letter To My Best Friend

Snatching my cigarettes, then pulling my hair

Untimely hugs and slaps, then unconditional care

Your psychic habit, of deciding the class bunk

Then staying sober, seeing me getting drunk

Hearing my sickness, leaving everything behind

Scolding me being angry, then loving me being kind

My canteen-your lunch box, my expenses-your purse

Your smile-my ecstasy, your world-my universe

Not my mother not my sister, neither girlfriend nor wife

Let the world be my side, but I need you in my life

I wear your watch, your shoe, and your jacket blue

I can sustain with your gifts, but can’t live without you

My emotions are unpleasant, like a newly caged bird

I am lost without your hand, like a child in the herd

Won’t you come back, see what I am going through

I am not in love; I am too much used to you.

Dad’s Princess

From the breaking of dawn, he worked like a clock

Relentlessly without a flinch, then too exhausted to walk

Limbs entirely drained, clothes partially stained

Distress was never less, in a world full of mess

Crushed by the pebbles, in dearth of petals

Keeping up the fight, reached home by twilight

Life returned, when his princess hugged him tight.

His gloomy face glowed, like a dead rivulet flowed

Jovial laugh, carefree shrieks, tiny eyes, flossy cheeks

For a man agonized, she was love epitomized

She would jump and leap, in his lap she would sleep

Her beauty-his hope, her smile-his strength

For joy in her heart, he would go to any length

Comfort to his bruises, delight to his view

Like colors of rainbow, scattered on a dew

He embraced her close, he kept her warm

For daughter till eternity, he would fight the storm.

Reasons to Survive

Questioning self, the reasons to survive

I realized a few, enough to be alive

To touch, to savor, to love, to feel

To soak in grief, to be wounded to heal

To burst into laughter, to break down in tears

To be afraid of darkness, then to fight your fears

To make mistakes, to fall, then show courage to stand

To be brave to bow, to give someone your hand

To be depressed and trapped, to repent, to mourn

 To resurrect, to relive, to learn to be reborn

So when I leave forever, I leave behind my trace

A few will surely smile, when they remember my face.

She was Sold

No one asked, no one cared, what dreams she carried

A family came to see her; it was her age to be married

She was adorned with silk and loaded with gold

The strangers liked her skin, and her body was sold

Now she would serve her man, but her soul would rust

Her emotions would wither, to sand and to dust

Her childhood would miss, her heart would seek

The boy who stole her lunch, the hands which pulled her cheek

How they would run to the hills, to swing under the tree

They would gaze the sunset, the clouds, still carefree

They would join their hands, and swing up in the sky

The wind would talk of their love, the birds wouldn’t deny

But their love was killed, and wind could feel the despair

Two other kids were swinging now; love was back in the air.

Live Again

What do I want, what do I want to be

Should I be involved, or set myself free

Why to begin, when it has to end

Why try to mend, if everything is penned

So much of struggle, for one more breath

So much of pain, only to avoid death

Whom should I love, whom should I hate

Why any of them, why not just wait.

Wait for the day, when all will be gone

Gone will be me, and my beautiful dawn

The school I went, grounds I played

The girl I loved, the friends I made

Moments I shared, people I cared

How can I leave, so much of beauty behind

Let the heart rule, over this devil mind

Let there be suffering, let there be pain

I want to live more, just to wake up again.

His Poetry

Her sanguine smile to the painful agony

Her melodious voice to the chaotic bitterness

Her promising eyes to the broken souls

Bewitching but enriching, defeating but riveting

Vulnerable he knelt, so deep he felt

She saw the light, universe froze the time

 For she was his poetry, she found her rhyme.

Discover Peace

Disturbed

Troubled

Suddenly woken

Deeply broken

For the peace of mind

Left everything behind

Family, wealth, he wanted none

Journey began in search of one

Visited all God, searched all around

Nowhere in the world, was peace found

Midnight moonlight, appeared a bright light

In wonder he saw, the most beautiful sight

His caring wife, his playing son

A lovely daughter, having so much fun

For peace he tried, beyond horizon he eyed

He looked so wide, but never looked inside.

 

 




The Warrior

Sword in his hand, fire in his breath

Blood in his nerves, never feared even death

In the name of courage, for the sake of power

To win the world, he waged the war

Sometimes for religion, sometimes for God,

Sometimes he never knew, whom he was fighting for

Sunk in his blood, he fell on the floor

 Before he was crushed, she opened the door

 

 Unseen beauty, unfelt touch

Intense light, never seen as such

His Ears turned deaf, his vision got blurred

She took the warrior, to her beautiful world

The flowers the butterflies, the clouds the skies

The sunset the rainbows, the wind the snows

The birds the bees, the river and the trees

His blood soaked, his wounds healed

Love was her name, she revealed.




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